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Fem!Reader You had just finished cleaning up the horrid mess left in a booth from the last lot of customers when four more walked through the door. The bell chimed at you, mockingly cheerful as they entered, almost drowned out by their incessant chatter. You closed your eyes and sighed. You did not need this today. These damn tourists. Longwythe was little more than a pit stop for them. They would breeze in, stay for a spell, then breeze right out again, leaving you to clean up the leavings. What did they care? It wasn’t like they would ever see you again. There was no need for courtesy or small talk in their eyes because any first i

It was a regular day at Beacon. You were about to go with team RWBY on a mission. Usually your whole entire team would go a mission with them, but everyone seemed very tired. You were just full of energy. You didn't want to stop. You stopped by team RWBY's dorm room. "Hey guys. Y'all ready?" You asked "You bet we are. Let's get going!" Yang said ready to run out the room Ruby and Weiss goes past you. "(Y/N)" Blake said "Yes." "Your tail." You peaked your head around to see your tail sticking out. You were a (favorite animal) faunus. The only one who knew that you were a faunus was Blake. You didn't want anyone to know. You have always been c

Choices Note: All interactions are age appropriate. Option 1 Apritello April clung to Donatello’s shell, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, though she grimaced every now and then when the edges of his carapace dug into her thighs. He climbed higher, moving much faster than she could have if she’d even been able to scale a thirty-story building in the first place. Earlier when she’d wistfully sighed and said how much she’d like to see the fireworks display over the Hudson River, Don had asked her why she didn’t go. April had told him of her disappointment in the past; how the traffic was so bad that s

  Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want.  A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs.  She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away.  The breasts she has, they gain stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.  When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with?  Her hips curve, and she doesnt want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin.  She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his

Yogi X Reader Chapter 1: Golden Hope A blonde, Nyanperowna lover is walking down a crowded street, ready to spend his cash for his dear friends. The ship had stopped for a few days in a town and Yogi was curious as to what shops they had to offer him. 'I wonder if they have a Nyanperowna store here!' He hummed a tune to himself. He pulls out his earnings that Circus supplied for his services, making sure he didn't accidentally lose them. However, unbeknownst to him, a middle aged man had eyed the bundle of money, a smirk forming on his lips. As he pulled out the burning cigarette from his mouth, he exhales quickly, and pushes himself from

To the girl I saw With the sad, sad eyes. To the boy I met Who wasn't allowed to cry. To the man I saw Who was falsely accused. To the woman I met Who was badly abused. This is my ode to you For you live on despite it. I'm so proud of you For you can still fight it. The world is against you, But it's not your fault. It's just the way This world was taught. So live on, live on, Don't you give up here. It gets better later, The light is near. I believe in you, I know you can make it. I'll reach out my hand, If you need it, just take it. You're special, You're important, You're not invisible, You exist, And you'll be fine.

“So you do…” Gaara laid his hand on Sasuke’s, and looked into his midnight eyes. Sasuke smiled slightly and nodded. “The truth is, Gaara…” He chuckled lightly. “I’ve thought about you constantly since I met you. I never stopped. Not for one second…” He looked down at the branch. “…You okay?” Gaara looked at Sasuke with a slight hint of worry in his eyes. Sasuke nodded again. “It’s just… when you… when you started to turn into Shukaku and you fought me… I was really hurt. The only reason that I could bring myself to fight you was that I wanted mor

"She seems like a whore" But I-- "You're kind of bitchy" People say I'm-- "He's cheating with you, isn't he?" What are you-- "You act like such a slut" I haven't even-- "You sure you're not a lesbian" Yes!  I-- "God, you're so lazy" I am not! I-- "You never take anything seriously!" Maybe, but I-- "You're, like, a 9 on the scale" What? I-- "You're so nice all the time" I try-- "I never knew you were so deep" There's a lot of-- "You're what this place is missing" You really think-- "You're always so optimistic" Well, yeah, I-- "Everyone loves you" Are you-- "I think you'll go far" I dont know-- You ask me what I'm